[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Ha, Frank Mueller, the face like a computer
Popping them bottles, spraying the ace like aruga
You got beef, I got shooters
And your b**h about to give me brain, watch me school her
Listen, let me lick it, put it out, make it pop pop
I'mma cuff the p**y, she think she f**ed a cop
And then I put it back in, make her back bend
And then I f** her girlfriend like what's happening?
Haha, oh baby, for sure baby
Tell that blocking a** b**h let go baby
f** her, just do you and do me
Haha, b**h mad cause she ugly
You know, I be balling like a b**h
Made my own condom's cause these b**hes on my dick
Pluto, I be higher than a b**h
You know, flyer than a b**h, my car like a spaceship, yeah
[Hook: Chris Brown]
That n***a, that n***a, everybody know I'm that n***a
All this money looking like a fat n***a and I bought them k**ers better bag back n***a
Bag back n***a, and I bought them k**ers, better bag back n***a
That n***a, that n***a, everybody know I'm that n***a
[Verse 2: Kid Red]
I'm a player, somebody grab my uniform
The b**h head on point like a unicorn
I really keep it G, I went to school for the b**hes
I'm about to f** you at the locker tryna kiss her
You just talk to them, I take 'em home for detention
Just another s** victim that I never call or mention
Gotta keep it pimping, sorry that's your sister
But I'm on a mission, tell that ho to keep her distance
Look, I keep a couple hoes in the studio
Rolling with my wolves with them nines like rubio
Hoes stop and stare, cause my pinky glare
Got a hood b**h, that let me f** her on the stairs
She say she needs some J's, so I cop a couple pair
I got a private leer, that'll take her everywhere though
Where your b**h at? She with me n***a
Kid Red, I'm in the streets n***a
[Hook: Chris Brown]
That n***a, that n***a, everybody know I'm that n***a
All this money looking like a fat n***a and I bought them k**ers better bag back n***a
Bag back n***a, and I bought them k**ers, better bag back n***a
That n***a, that n***a, everybody know I'm that n***a
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Everybody know I'm that n***a
I'm about to take that ho, from that n***a
Ha, here we go, I'm that n***a
f** you Chris, hating a** n***a
She 'bout to pop the pills, I just bought the roll up
Put the dick up on her head, that's a weight up on her shoulders
I ain't f**ing ratchet p**y, cause that sh** is like ebola
In the club I'm like hold up, f** a club soda
Need the Ace, I spray it on her face
She f** with broke n***as, old n***a made her pay
I told her I'm about a bar as long as I can get a taste
Then she bend that a** over and I grabbed her by the waist, told her drop it for me
Damn, that a** sick I got a doctor for it
My dick got her singing high, oprah on her
Her boyfriend start to trip, n***as pop up on him
Like blocka, blocka, body bag cause I'm
[Hook: Chris Brown]
That n***a, that n***a, everybody know I'm that n***a
All this money looking like a fat n***a and I bought them k**ers better bag back n***a
Bag back n***a, and I bought them k**ers, better bag back n***a
That n***a, that n***a, everybody know I'm that n***a